I apologize for the unintended cliffhanger last chapter. I just wrote too much and wanted to cut it short. But here's the rest! Enjoy and review! Xoxo


She looked at him, she could tell that he was being serious. "Alright, I'll be careful. But Ron, what is he changed? Anybody can change. It was high school."

"I know. Just-just be careful." He warned again.

"Hermione?" Draco said, interrupting their conversation.

She looked at him, then at Ron. "I'll see you later, Ron."

Draco wrapped his hand around her waist, "So, tell me about yourself." He smiled at her, assuring her that it was okay to talk to him.

"Well, I'm a waitress. Obviously." She chuckled. "I'm 21, and I like to eat junk food."

Draco laughed, "Interesting. You know, I've never seen you around here before. Are you new here?"

She moved her hands and bit her lip, "Well, sorta. I moved here a couple years ago." She explained.

"Oh. You know, I've always lived here. I used to always play outside with my mother. She always supported me, she always gave me everything I wanted." He said, looking up.

Hermiome nodded, "She sounds amazing. What about your father?"

He looked at her. It looked like he was angry with her. Hermione didn't want to come off as insensitive.

"My father. I haven't talked to him in years." He paused. He looked as if he didn't want to talk about him anymore.

Hermione noticed his expression and immediately apologized. "Sorry. I shouldn't have asked." She should've known better, since her own parents died when she was very young.

"It's alright. All that matters is that I have all of this." He looked at all the people. Everyone was still laughing and talking, but all Hermione could hear was Draco.

"Something my father will never have." He mumbled quietly.

He turned around to face her, "Hey, excuse me if this sounds really strange but-would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

Hermione's body turned stiff. This guy was asking her out, and they only met for ten minutes. She thought that he was cute though. She loved how blonde his hair was and his unique eyes.

She moved her hands behind her back, "Um-"

He placed his hands on her shoulders, "I mean, it's fine if you don't want to. I don't want you to be uncomfortable about it."

She shook her head. "No, no. I'd love too." She smiled. "And I'll wear something nice."

He smiled, "Great. So when should I pick you up."

Hermione looked up, "Well," she was wondering if she would be busy hanging out with Ron and his family tomorrow. "How about eight o' clock? I'm just close by, by Billius Street."

His face widened, "Oh, that's just a few blocks over. How will I find you?"

She smiled flirtatiously, "I think you'll know. I'll be waiting outside, wearing a nice dress."

He breathed deeply, "Oh really? I'll be driving my black Jaguar. I'll drive slowly, so you could see me."

She giggled, "Okay, Mr. Hotshot. If you say so."

She did something she never expected to do. She got closer to him. She felt herself heat up. Their eyes met, she brushed his hair behind his ear.

She slowly formed a smile, "You have, really nice hair."

Draco was infatuated with her, "God. I mean, you're really pretty."

She laughed, "You're so funny."

Ron showed up and was shocked to see Hermione. "Hermione, we should get going, it's almost nine o' clock."

She faced Ron and pouted, "Aww, that sucks."

She turned to Draco, "I'll see you tomorrow." She planted a kiss on his left cheek and laughed.

"Bye!" She waved. Ron took her hand and led her outside. He could hear her laughing whike he led her out.

Once they were outside, he let go of her arm, "What's wrong with you? You're so giggly. Like you're up in the clouds."

She giggled, "What do you mean? I'm just so happy?" She slurred a few of her words.

"Whoa. What did you drink?" He asked her.

She out her finger to her mouth, "Hmm, I just had some punch."

Ron's expression changed when he came to the realization. "Oh no, he must have spiked it!" He put his hand on his head.

He looked at her and took her in the car. He started the engine and drove back home. For the next ten minutes, he heard Hermione in the back, giggling and singing to herself.

Ron talked to himself, "Oh man, I should have known that he would do something like this. I should have stayed with Hermione the whole time. Bloody hell, it might take hours for her to go back to normal."

It was dark outside, almost pitch black. Most of the Weasley family was sleeping. The garden in the front was still beautiful and colorful. Ron pulled up in the driveway and opened Hermione's door. He took her hand and led her inside. She was still giggly and dazed. He made her sit on his bed.

"Hermione, calm down." He begged.

She laughed, "What do you mean, 'calm down'? I want to have some fun!" She stood up on top of the bed and jumped up and down repeatedly.

Ron made motions with his hand, "Hermione, shut up! Everyone's sleeping!" He whispered.

She stopped and sat back down. "Sorry Ron."

He sighed, "It's alright." He turned around and scratched his neck, "You should probably-"

"Ron?"

"What?" He said with worry. He's never heard her use that tone of voice before.

She bit her lip and looked at him, "Are you a virgin?"

He was taken aback, "W-what?"

She lowered her shirt strap over her shoulder, "Have you ever had sex with anybody?"

"He-Hermione, you really need to sleep." He walked up to her and pulled her sleeve back up.

She leaned back, "I bet I could sleep better if you were to help me."

"No, no, no. Just think about sheep." He took his blanket and gave it to her.

"I could just think of you." She said seductively.

He ran his hands through his hair, "No, come on Hermione, you have to rest."

"Come on. I can really give you a good time. I bet you've never had a stripper before." She giggled.

"Stripper?" He repeated. "What are you talking about?"

Hermione placed her hand on her forehead, "Ow, my head hurts like hell."

He layed her down, "You have to sleep Hermione. You'll feel better in the morning."

She moaned in pain, "Okay. Ugh, it really fucking hurts. Like a bowling ball hit my head."

He shushed her, "Just try to rest. I'll get you some medicine."

"Okay." She said calmly.

He tip toed down the stairs to get Ibuprofen for her. The refrigerator was always full. Living in a big family, it was no surprise. He took out the little bottle and poured some in a medicine cup. He also got her a glass of orange juice as well to drain out the taste of the medicine. He went back upstairs and saw her resting peacefully. He thought she looked beautiful.

He whispered, "Hey, here's the medicine. I hope you like orange juice."

She pulled the blanket away and took the medicine and the glass of juice. "Thanks." She drank the medicine in one sip and drank half of the orange juice.

He took back the medicine and the juice and placed them on his nightstand. He went over to his spot on the floor. "Goodnight Hermione. Sleep tight."